Try as we might, we just have the hardest time keeping that scrappy li'l Caitlyn 'round the shop any more than we do. She's always off digging up trouble in her garden, launching political battles about it, then going and telling the New York Times!

(Rather than just teasing Caitlyn on account of her describing herself as "fairly scrappy... and often pretty dirty", I should point out that she has a couple other evocative quotes in the story, too, involving huge jazz and desperate sunflowers)